Publishing magazines for yourself is not good business, man.

As with the onset of sudden celebrity, for the newly rich, the world often becomes a darker, narrower, less generous place; a paradox that elicits scant sympathy, but is nonetheless true.

Poetry is one of the oldest of all art forms, and one of its powers for shamans and tribal leaders was the mnemonic.

You can actually be bored stiff while you're dying.

False praise is worse than no praise.

Human beings are definitely changing the planet, but how much impact they are having on climate, I don't know and I don't care.

Everything I publish is for my readers.